Wafting char-blackened bark
the smoke a curl and puff
held up by heat.
Spices romance over flames
mingling, spitting sweat
in their chemistry.
Clove spikes
a protective dagger over the heart.
Cinnamon caves in,
sweetening the mix just a pinch.
Divine strength and receive.
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